The muscle at the top of his shoulder screamed in pain as Spook’s teeth punctured the skin.Then his tongue swished against the wound.Okay, that really screwed with his head.It hurt like hell, but the gentle caress of Spook’s tongue was a true balm.
Xane wasn’t sure how they wound up across the room rolling amongst the shards of shattered mirror, only that it involved a great deal of snarling and some gymnastics his muscles would scream over tomorrow, and that Spook came out on top.
Spook peeled away from him, up to the full stretch of his arms, though their bodies remained flat against one another from the waist down.His blond hair surrounded his face like a halo of light, but his expression, that was all pain.Pain that was never going to be expressed in simple words.Pain so deep that language lost its meaning.Pain terrifying for its stark, bitter, beauty.
Xane pulled him back down.“Take what you need.Take it.”
“What I need.What I want,” Spook rasped.“It’s not me driving this.It’s you.What’s the matter, Xane?Is it all getting a bit tiresome with Dani and Luthor?Is it too predictable for you?”
“They have nothing to do with this.I’m here for you.”Was the bugger so blind as to not realise that.
Deflection.
This was deflection.
“Course they don’t.You’re just helping me out, because it pains you to think of me being so uptight.And you’ve some insane notion that if I bang you then I’ll obviously be able to bang my girlfriend.End of story.Everyone’s happy.Bye, bye anxiety.Hello happiness.There are just a few faults with your logic.I don’t think Alle’s going to be overly thrilled to hear I’ve had my dick in you.And that’s assuming I even want to.Which I don’t.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying,” Spook bellowed into his ear.“You don’t get it at all.Sleeping with you, fucking you would be easy.It’d be so fucking easy.There’d be no repercussion.No tomorrows to worry about.”
There’d be both those things, just not in the way that mattered to Spook.Xane wouldn’t wake up tomorrow and suggest he’d been manhandled.He wouldn’t call Spook a monster for the kinky stuff.Nor would Alle, but Spook had a mental block in that regard.There was no getting around the fear that she might.That like Siv before her, she might redefine what had happened after the fact.
“I don’t want to fucking fuck you,” he gasped.
“No?Then what do you want?Go ahead, tell me.Tell me what it is you want?”
He expected more snarls in response.More denial, and a few more bruises.Instead, Xane wound up on his knees facing the lower part of the mirror, where the pieces of the broken glass were still clinging to the frame.Spook recreated the earlier hold he’d had upon him, arm wrapping under Xane’s and around his body.Fingernails making half-moon indents in his bicep.They were both on their knees, one behind the other, Xane’s erection flagrant in its excited state.
“Take hold of your cock,” Spook commanded.His tone was iron-like, steely calm threaded through it where previously it had been choked up with anguish and emotion.“Both hands.Get yourself off.Do it quickly.Efficiently.Now, Xane.Do it now.”
“While you do what?”
Those nails dug in harder.“Stop questioning me.Concentrate on your cock.”
Concentrate?He was already turned on something fierce.Add direct physical stimulus, and he’d be shooting a load in seconds.
He really ought to have known it wouldn’t be as simple as that.
Spook maintained his fiercely tight grip as Xane formed his fist into a tunnel to fuck.His nails dug in harder each time Xane’s breath hitched a fraction higher.Then Spook began an up and down motion with those same sharp nails.Moving up and down Xane’s bicep in time with his pumping hips, creating twin zones of sensitivity away from his cock.The messages of pleasure and pain started getting crossed.Xane’s cock felt bruised and tingly.His arm full of fire.The building blocks of orgasm blazed to life somewhere in between and sent runners to both locations.
The build became intense.Hoarse moans were leaking from his mouth.Everything was alight now—muscles, skin, the hairs all across his body.They stood alert.All part of the same spread of energy.
“I’m close.”He warned Spook.
“Good, I want you to come.Fist it harder.Come on.Harder.”
Obedient to the last, Xane gave it everything he had.He came, shooting the first jet into the air, before spilling the rest onto a bare patch of floor.
Limp and spent, he might have sagged under his own weight if not for Spook’s still torturous grip on him keeping his body rigidly upright.
“There’s a burn in you that’s fierce lovely to watch,” Spook murmured.“But you’ve made a mess of my floor.I think you’d better clean it up.”
Having barely shaken off the euphoria, Xane looked around for a cleaning cloth.There was no such item to hand, only a sheaf of hotel napkins sprinkled amidst the general chaos.Still he reached for the nearest.
“With your tongue,” came Spook’s sibilant whisper.“Lick it up.”
Xane could’ve refused, but where would have been the fun in that?Also, he didn’t precisely want to refuse.He was more intrigued in where this was going.Head bent, he got a pungent dose of pine and wood scent right up his nose as he licked up the mess.At least it wasn’t too vast a puddle.
