Heat pooled in his belly and he thrust up into Arsen’s fist, no longer able to control his movements. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
“Yeah?” Arsen asked, voice wrecked. “You gonna come for me?” Ever whined. He was so close. So close. “Do it. Come for me, my good boy. Let me see it.”
Ever sucked in a startled breath as his orgasm punched from him, sparks erupting behind his eyelids as he came hard, coating Arsen’s fingers and his stomach.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so good,” Arsen muttered. “I can feel you spasming around me. Fuck. Fuck.”
Before Ever could catch his breath, Arsen was leaning forward, Ever’s knees over his arms, practically folding him in half so he could kiss him as he drove into him, far deeper than Ever even dreamed possible.
“I want to feel it,” Ever said against his lips. “I want to feel you come inside me. Please?”
Arsen made a sound that was almost a snarl, his hips slamming home again and again until he groaned low in his throat, grinding against Ever as he came. Ever could feel it, could feel the way his cock pulsed inside him, filling him up. It was a heady feeling.
He’d done that.
He couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped. Arsen collapsed on top of him, gulping in heavy breaths. “What’s so funny?” he asked, digging his fingers into Ever’s ribs just hard enough to make him squirm.
Arsen laughed, batting his hands away. “Nothing. I just feel…happy.”
Arsen lifted himself up onto his forearms. “Yeah?”
Ever nodded, pushing Arsen’s hair back off his forehead, giving him a smile. “Yeah.”
“Good. That’s good,” he said again, dropping his head onto the pillow beside Ever’s but making no move to get off him.
A week ago, that would have terrified Ever, but now, it made him feel safe. Arsen would kill for him. Arsenhadkilled for him. He’d die for him, too, Ever was certain of it. He would always put himself between Ever and any danger that came for him.
“I love you,” Ever said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
Heat flooded his face, and he contemplated trying to shove Arsen off him and then running away, but he was trapped. He could only lie there, waiting to see if he’d just ruined everything.
Arsen didn’t miss a beat, pressing his face against Ever’s neck. “I love you, too,” he said, pressing a kiss to his pulse. “I love you, too.”
* * *
“No, no, no, no, no,” Ever cried, running from the hoard of zombies lurching towards him.
“Left-click. Left-click,” Arsen said, his hand hovering over the mouse, like he was contemplating doing it for Ever.
When it came to gaming, Arsen had a hard time letting go of control, especially when it came to Ever. Because he was just so bad at it. Still, he was having fun. And the others watching the stream seemed to have fun watching him get mauled by zombie hoards again and again.
“Iamleft-clicking,” Ever shouted through peals of laughter. “There are just so many of them.” He gave up attacking, instead turning and running to put some distance between himself and the threat so he could recover some of his vitality.
Arsen’s lips were suddenly next to his ear. “Use the big first aid kit,” he coached. “And the grenade.”
“But I only have one,” Ever whined, partially because he didn’t want to waste his hard-earned grenade and partially because Arsen’s hands were riding up his inner thighs out of the camera’s line of sight.
With one of Ever’s hands on the controls and the other on the mouse, Arsen was free to do whatever he liked to him. He took full advantage of Ever’s vulnerability, all while acting like nothing was happening.
“There’s one of you and eight of them, and you only have enough ammo to take out three or four. You can’t use your machete. Just…trust me.”
Ever nodded but didn’t leave the safety of his hiding spot just yet. He glanced over at the chat, eyes catching on the emojis first. Lots of hearts, frogs, and flowers. He didn’t understand what most of them meant. For the most part, people were nice.
“Okay,” Ever said, more to himself than to anybody else. He took a deep breath, sending his avatar back into the fray. As he crept behind the walls of the dilapidated house, he could hear the zombies just out of sight, knocking things over, groaning, all looking for him.
His heart slammed against his ribs, adrenaline coursing through him in a way he only felt when he played these horror games or when Arsen was inside him. There was something so exhilarating about being afraid in a controlled environment, knowing that the monsters on the screen couldn’t really hurt him but feeling the anticipation all the same. It was…addicting.
Ever took a deep breath and rounded the corner, hurling the grenade. “No!” he shouted, realizing his mistake.
