Title: On The Balcony
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: The Highlander
Paring: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rating: Mature Audience
Status: 4/2/00
Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.
E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Sequel: To Thief Of Hearts
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission,
and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other
disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: Just some hot sex between Richie and Cory. The thought of Cory in Speedos
sent me over the top.
Summary: Richie and Cory together in love/lust.
Warnings: None I can think of at the moment.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under
the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess
it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and
that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults,
homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond
this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
On The Balcony
by R.A. Swain
Richie Ryan wondered what he was doing in Cannes, standing on a balcony of a
beach front hotel, waiting for Cory Raines to return? He had wondered what made
him agree to meet with Cory again after the fiasco with Mac and Amanda? He had
wondered why he allowed Cory to talk him into getting on the plane? He had wondered
what hold Cory Raines had over him during the entire flight? Now, here he stood,
still wondering how he could let Cory Raines talk him into anything?
He felt the now familiar feeling of Cory approaching. He didn't leave the balcony,
just stood their looking out over the beach. "I'm out here," he called
to Cory when he heard the suite door close.
Cory smiled to himself when he heard Richie's voice. He knew Richie was still
there, but the tone of voice told him, he was "still" there. He tossed
his beach robe on the bed and walked to the balcony. He stood for a moment,
drinking in the sight of Richie's bare legs, his round butt snugly tucked into
a pair of very brief cutoff denim shorts, his tanned bare back and adorable
neck.
"Why didn't you join me?' Cory asked.
Richie turned to face his lover and opened his mouth, but the sight of Cory
standing before him, naked except for a very brief sky blue speedo suit, and
richly tanned skin took his words and breath away. How could I not be here?
he thought.
"Why don't you put on the suit I bought for you, and we'll finish up the
afternoon on the beach?" Cory suggested.
Richie laughed. "Suit? That skimpy G-string you bought is what you're calling
a suit?"
"It's a thong, not a G-string," Cory corrected.
"Oh, what's the difference?"
"About two inches of material," Cory replied. His eyes twinkled with
glee at the sight of Richie's bare chest. He stepped forward and pressed his
body against his lover's, bringing their lips together in a long, wet kiss.
Richie pulled back a bit, and turned to look out at the beach again. Cory remained
pressed against him, now grinding his crotch into Richie's butt. His hands began
to roam over Richie's chest, and stomach.
"Stop it," Richie said, making a false grab at Cory's hand, and then
allowing him to continue caressing his chest and stomach.
"Put the suit on, and I promise to be good," Cory said. His hands
were on the waist of Richie's cutoffs, and he was opening the button.
"No," Richie replied. "That suit is too..."
"Too what?" Cory asked.
"Too revealing. Unlike you, I don't want to show my package off to all
of France."
Cory's hands were busy unzipping Richie's fly, and pushing his cutoffs down
around his thighs. "You're showing it off right now," Cory whispered,
before pressing his lips against Richie's neck.
"We're five stories up," Richie said. He reached back and ran his
hands over Cory's thighs and up his sides to his hips and the top of the speedo.
He looped his thumbs in either side and gently pulled downward until he felt
Cory's cock spring free and press against the cleft of his ass. "Besides,
now we're both showing it all to France."
Cory thrust forward rubbing his cock against the curve and between the warm
skin of Richie's legs. He pushed forward until he felt his tip rubbing against
Richie's low hanging balls. "Feels like they need to be drained, if you
ask me." He thrust playfully.
"I didn't ask you," Richie said, but he didn't move. Instead, he tighten
his legs together and allowed Cory to thrust a few more times between his thighs.
"Ummm," Cory purred. "You like that, don't you?"
Richie didn't answer, he only brought his thighs even tighter together, while
Cory's hand searched out Richie's stiff cock, which was pointed up and over
the edge of the balcony. He touched it, gently, lovingly, running his open palm
up the underside of the shaft and then palming the exposed tip. He felt the
wetness of the pre-cum, and rub the know like he was polishing it, squeezing
it just enough to make more cum flow out and then using it as a lubricant to
coat the shaft.
"You know, people from the beach can see up here, if they look this way,"
Cory whispered.
"Let them look," Richie said in a husky tone. "They might get
rained on if you keep stroking me like this."
Cory stopped stroking, but didn't remove his hand. "I think we should move
this inside."
Richie turned to finally face his lover. He wrapped his arms around Cory's soft
skin and hard body, and pulled his close, their cocks now pressing together
and their lips touched and tongues probed each other's mouths. Richie felt Cory
grind his crotch against his own, and knew Cory was as close as he.
Cory pulled back and slowly bent to his knees, still on the balcony looking
out over the beach. Richie was now perching his round ass on the railing, and
Cory's tongue was licking down his chest, downward toward the patch of reddish
blond hair that crowned a hard throbbing cock. He inhaled the smell of Richie's
suntan lotion coated skin and took in the taste of the coconut oil, before gliding
his tongue over the exposed tip of Richie's cock and along the underside of
the shaft down to the soft, cleanly shaved balls.
"Oh yeah," Richie moaned. "Lick my balls."
Cory ran his tongue around each sphere and then took turns sucking each one
into his mouth. His hands rose up along Richie's sides and over his chest, then
around his shoulders, down his back and over his ass.
Richie shivered with pleasure. "Cory, you've got to stop, or I'm gonna
cum."
Cory said nothing, only increased his sucking, now his head bobbing up and down
the full length of the long hot cock before him. His tongue flickered against
the tip with each upward stroke and again on the down. He concentrated on the
spot just below the tip of Richie's mushroom crown.
Richie shuddered again, and thrust forward into Cory's mouth, pulsing out his
juices with each thrust. He felt Cory's lips form a perfect circle around the
shaft and his throat closing in around his tip, drinking in his cum. He looked
down into Cory's Bluish green eyes and saw Cory's lust and love for him. It
was all too good to imagine. Mac warned him Cory would break his heart. Amanda
warned him, as well. He warned himself, but when he looked at Cory, into those
eyes, there was nothing anyone could say to prevent him from giving himself
to Cory.
Cory stood up and pressed his lips against Richie's and gave him a taste of
his own seed. He pushed his tongue deep into the farthest recesses of his young
lover's mouth, and explored. He felt Richie's hands caressing his body, his
ass, his back. He liked being in Richie's arms, and hated himself for the feelings
it brought back to him, the memories of time long past.
The British Isles 1264....
"Cory, why do you not want me to go on the raids with you?" the young
red haired minstrel asked. He rubbed his cheek against Cory's bare stomach and
pressed his hot lips against the flesh.
"It isn't safe, Alan. You know how much you mean to me," Cory replied.
He ran his hand through the long reddish hair and over the pale freckled skin
of his lover.
"Aye, tho' it be safe for you."
"Nay. There is no safety only in these woods. And in your arms."
"Don't talk to me with flowers when you're planning a dangerous raid on
the king's keep. I know of the plans, yea, good plans, and I want to be part
of them," Alan said. His hands caressed Cory's bare thighs. He moved about
in the soft moss covered glade, until his lips were on covering Cory's stiff
member, and Cory was reciprocating his every move.
The two men lay on the moss, thrusting into one another's mouths with the pleasure
and joy their actions were bringing. The church said it was wrong to feel the
things they did, or to do the things they did, yet neither man, both raised
to be god fearing, felt there was anything wrong with the depth of feeling they
held for one another. Nor did they feel their acts, albeit considered mortal
sins by the church, were anything more than an natural extension of those feelings.
Present.....
Cory shook the images of Alan from his mind, as Richie's tongue lovingly caressed
his balls, and explored the cleft of his ass. He moaned with delight as Richie's
well educated tongue pressed against his pleasured hole. It was time to give
Richie more, he thought.
He allowed the young man to lick around the rim, and then pull him down to the
balcony floor and coat him in coconut oil, sliding first one then two fingers
into him. He moaned again and looked back to see Richie now coating his cock
with suntan lotion and then he felt the tip pressing against him, slowly forcing
it's way into and area very few had been allowed to go. He knew he was not only
giving Richie his ass, but his heart as well. Once he went this far, his total
trust was given, and he was vulnerable.
He bucked as Richie thrust forward, and withdrew, and thrust forward again.
He moaned with pleasure and prayed for this one to be there always.
Richie pulled out and Cory rolled over on his back, so he could watch Richie's
fist pump along the shaft and see his cum fly out over his stomach. Richie obliged
Cory's unquenchable desire to watch him cum. No matter how often they had sex,
Cory always seemed to want to watch him blast, and he in turn enjoyed watching
Cory as well. He rubbed his second load into Cory's skin and caressed Cory's
rock hard cock until he felt the familiar pulse in his hand, the same pulse
he felt moments before in himself, and he watched Cory shoot ribbon after ribbon
of white hot cum across his stomach and chest. He slumped forward on top of
Cory, and their lips met again.
"So, are you glad you came?" Cory asked.
"Again, and again," Richie replied.
Continued in Burn Down The Mission (Coming Soon)