Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Other Stories
Rating:	NC-17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	He Answered the Door
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters that may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

He Answered the Door...
By Starwinder

He answered the door holding a feather and wearing nothing but a pair of chaps... and a grin. Lord, let us not forget the grin!

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I knew when he called that I was in for a hot time.

I answered the phone like always, "Lundy."

"Com'ere, Cowboy."

His voice was so heavy with arousal that I almost didn't recognize it. "Wha--? LaFiamma?"

"Yeah. Com'ere." Insistent... raw with need... hungry.

My cock knew what he wanted, it jumped to attention. "You sound hot, boy."

"On fire... and you're the only one that can cool me down. Com'ere!"

There could be only one answer.

"I'm on my way." My voice was husky with arousal.

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Now I could see his need, his hunger, his desire. The chaps framed it beautifully. They covered the long legs, angled up to the belt at his narrow waist and left his cock, that magnificent cock, and his balls uncovered and free. His cock was as hard as mine, pulled up taut against his belly.

His eyes were hot and dark, almost black with desire. He reached out with the feather, drawing it along the side of my face, across my jaw and down my throat to the little dip at the base in an incredibly light and erotic caress. His voice sent tremors through me as he said, "You're seriously over dressed."

He stepped back, turning to gesture towards the couch. Draped across the back was my 'costume'... what there was of it.

My heart began to pound in my chest as I saw it. A scarp of cloth that might have been meant to be a loincloth but was actually just two pieces of material hanging from a belt and soft slipper-like moccasins in a soft tan color. A beaded headband and armbands completed the outfit. Today he would be the 'cowboy' and I would be an 'Indian'.

I practically tore my clothes off. Call me a slut. What can I say? He's the sexiest man I've ever met. I'd do anything for him, let him do anything to me. I want him so bad I wanna scream.

I'm shaking trying to get the damn stuff on. Then he's there, his arms sliding around me from behind, hugging me close to him, his rampant cock pressed against my buttocks.

"Shush... Shush... It's all right. We got all night. Calm down a little." He turns me in his arms and gently strokes my back, calming me, soothing me.

I lean into him, holding on tightly.

After a minute he says, "Let me dress you."

I nod and step back.

He picks up the loincloth, that I had dropped and reaches around me to arrange it. The cloths barely cover anything... but then they aren't really supposed to. The one in back just reaches to the bottom of the curve of my ass and when I move the material gently caresses it. The one in front is pretty useless. My cock has it pushed up into a tent that only makes my erection more noticeable.

He closes the waistband, gently caressing my stomach while he does it and I realize that it fastens with Velcro. Handy. Real handy. I step into the moccasins while he gets a hairbrush.

He brushes my hair out then parts it down the middle before slipping the headband on. He ties the beaded arm bands around my biceps then steps back to look at me.

"You are so beautiful. Ready to play?"

I wanna tell him that he needs glasses but the arousal in his voice and the desire in his eyes makes me feel like I am as beautiful as he sees me. The knowledge that he wants me leaves me breathless and speechless. I nod mutely.

He gestures towards the spiral staircase and I turn to start up when I see what he's really pointin' at. Padded wrist restraints hang from the balcony. So, the cowboy's caught himself an Indian. I step over to them and he fastens them around my wrists making sure that they aren't too tight. If I really want ta I can tuck my thumb in and slip them right off. Then he knells and fastens padded restrains to my ankles. There's a bar between them to keep my feet apart. Last but far from least he lifts my balls, rolling them in his hands as he puts a cock ring on me, guaranteeing that I won't come until he's ready to let me.

I'm quivering with anticipation, as he walks away, going over to the stereo and putting on a CD of what sounds like Native American War Dance music. God only knows where he got it but he turns it up loud so that it fills the apartment. I hope his neighbors don't call the cops.

He grins at my expression and says, "It'll cover up your yelling."

"You could gag me."

"That would defeat the purpose."

"Oh? What's the purpose?"

He slowly trails the feather down my neck and flicks it across one nipple and I moan. "To make you scream..."

He moves behind me and glides the feather up the back of my leg, under the loin cloth and along the crack of my ass, making me quiver and shake. "To make you want me so bad..."

He steps close, nuzzles my neck. His voice is a hoarse whisper in my ear, "To make you beg for me... beg to have me in you. To make you need me... like I need you."

The last words are so low I can scarcely hear them but they send a thrill through me. We've been playing games for a while now and being with him, being touched and kissed and held by him has come to mean everything to me. Still, I was never sure that it was anything more than just fun and games for him, never sure what he felt for me. The raw passion that I hear in his voice now is as desperate as my own desire for him and it makes me want to shout, makes my blood hum and thump in my veins.

He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth and nips it gently. I hang there shaking and moaning, as he slowly releases it and moves away. He doesn't step back all at once but gradually peels himself away from me as if he can't bear to lose the contact. He rubs just a little as he withdraws, his skin sliding silkily across mine.

I whimper at the loss of contact. Then the feather is back. He reaches up, draws it slowly down my left arm, tracing the lines of the muscles, so very lightly, tickling me, making me jerk and moan.

Even over the pound of the drums I can hear his breathing, harsh and ragged. He has to be as turned on as I am. My cock thinks its a steel pipe laying flat against my belly, dripping precum onto the fabric of the loincloth.

He reaches past my shoulder, uses the feather to tilt up my chin. I strain backwards, trying to reach him, make contact, touch him.

The feather glides down my throat, across my shoulder and down under my arm from behind. He lifts it off my skin and I whimper again, trembling as I wait for him to bring it back. It flicks over first one nipple, then the other.

He moves back to the front and slowly draws it down the center of my chest to my navel. He's using firmer pressure now, it doesn't tickle, feels more like a caress... but I want his hands, and he knows it.

"Tell me what you want."

"Please." He's only just started and I'm already begging, "Your hands... use... please I need to feel your hands."

He chuckles and the feather trails across my hip, over the front of my thigh and down the inside of it to my knee.

I scream. "PLEASE! Oh, GOD! Please touch me! Touch me! PLEEEEEASE!!!"

He kneels in front of me and drops the feather on the floor. He licks his lips and then dips a forefinger in his mouth, wetting it.

There's a sexy and mischievous smile on his lips as he slowly reaches out towards me with it. I arch standing on my tiptoes trying to push my groin out to him but he just chuckles and very carefully, very lightly touches the inside of my thigh, just above my knee and draws a line up to a point just below my hanging balls.

"Tell me what you want."

"You... I want you... Oh God! Joey! Please! I need you... please... I want... I want... hands... your hands... on me! Please... touch... touch me.... I want YOU! YOU! Please...."

I'm almost incoherent with my need. I'm so hot, so hungry for him.

"Anything! Please! I'll do anything!"

He touches me. He's still kneeling in front of me. He reaches out with both hands. His touch is firm, knowing, possessive. Those wonderful hands glide up the outside of my thighs, over my hips and back to grasp my ass cheeks, each hand cupping one. He pulls me forward until my feet leave the floor and I'm hanging by my wrists, arched out to him.

He buries his face between my legs and sucks up the skin on the inside of my right thigh.

I shriek and if I didn't have the cock ring on I'd a'come all over us... but it's alright cause he's getting serious now.

He's crawling up my body, licking and kissing. I'm yellin' but I can't tell you what I'm sayin. Musta been what he wanted to hear though cause I feel him kissing and licking and nipping his way around to the back then his tongue is in my crack and I'm howling like a banshee.

He don't waste a lot of time opening me up. It's not but a minute or two before I feel his cockhead pressing against me. It feels slick so I guess he lubed it up sometime while I was outta my head cause it slides right in and I'm being filled up. His arms come around me, holding tight. His chin's on my shoulder and his mouth's at my ear, licking and nibbling.

I'm quivering and shaking and begging.....

"Ohhhhhhhhh! God! Joey! Joey! Joey! Please, harder... Oh, God!"

He's pumping in me hard and fast now, his voice is a hoarse whisper at my ear, "You're mine, Levon! Mine!"

"Yours!" I scream. "I love you, Joey!"

His hand fumbles at my waist at the catch on the loincloth then I hear the Velcro give as he rips it off, setting my cock free where he can reach it... pump it as he begins to come inside me.

"Love you. Love you so much, Levon!" His hand drops, finds the snap on the leather cock ring and pops it open.

My balls explode... and I scream at the release. Cum arches out in front of me, splattering half way to the front door. I go limp and everything fades.

When the world fades back in I'm lying in his lap on the floor and the music is off... no more war drums. Bet the neighbors are glad.

I look up and see the wrist restraints hanging from the balcony, still fastened. He musta just folded my thumb under and let my hands slide through. He's unfastening the ankle spreader.

I just lie there and let him handle me. I like lying in his arms. He shifts me so that I'm lying against his shoulder and slips the headband off, then undoes the armbands and lets them fall to the floor. I sigh and snuggle down in his arms.

He chuckles and hugs me to him.

I feel sleepy and completely satisfied.

He tightens the arm around my shoulders and slips the other one under my knees. Next thing I know he's stood up, holding me in his arms.

I slip an arm around his neck and just hold on as he carries my up that spiral staircase and lays me down on his bed. He snuggles in behind me, kisses my neck and a minute later we're both asleep.

The End