Jesus. He would never, ever get over how fucking good it felt being inside him. Ever was rocking himself back against Arsen, just fucking himself on his dick just as he’d done with his fingers. Arsen fisted Ever’s hair, pulling him back against him so he could bite at his neck. His other hand found his hip, holding him still so he could drive into him over and over until the only sounds were their panting breaths, and the slap of skin on skin, and Ever’s high-pitched whines.
“Can I…?” Ever begged, his hand hovering over his own cock.
“Yeah, touch yourself,” Arsen said. Ever never needed his permission, but he always wanted it. “I love watching you make yourself feel good.”
And he had the perfect position, staring down over Ever’s shoulder, watching him stroke his flushed and leaking cock with purpose. Jesus, he was so fucking pretty like this. Flushed and begging, too caught up in his own pleasure to be embarrassed by the sounds falling from his lips.
It was making Arsen crazy, forcing him to drive into him harder and deeper. He wasn’t going to last much longer, anyway. Maybe it was the late hour, or the desperate conversation, or just Ever’s clumsy but always effective seduction technique, but he could feel himself losing his resolve, hips snapping faster as he chased that shocky pleasure that drove him towards his release.
“Are you close?” Arsen breathed against his cheek.
“Yes. Yes. So…fuck…so, hnf,” Ever babbled.
Two more hard thrusts and Arsen was gone, his orgasm draining the last thoughts from his mind as he spilled inside Ever, leaving him feeling brain dead and loopy even as he continued to work his way in and out of Ever’s body in short, aborted thrusts.
Ever moaned, long and low, his release painting the sofa cushions before he sagged forward, folding himself over the back of the couch once more, back heaving like he was fighting for air.
Arsen was, too. He collapsed on top of him, not wanting to pull free just yet, knowing soon his body would make the choice for him. That was when something caught his eye. He froze, frowning as he tried to make sense of the white, wispy clouds rolling along the edge of the bay doors.
Arsen blinked, then shook his head, like that might help clear up his confusion.Dym.Smoke. It was smoke. Actual smoke. Curling upwards towards the garage’s high ceilings. He sucked in a breath as flames erupted, licking their way up the inside of the wooden panels with startling quickness.
Ohrenet!Fire. There was a fire. Even as he thought it, the shrill sound of the alarm began to sound. Ever screamed, then slammed his hands over his ears, panicked.
“Ever!” he shouted, hoping to pull him from his spiral long enough to get him to safety. He yanked their clothes back into place. “We have to go. Now.”
Arsen pulled Ever to his feet, his blood pounding so hard it left a metallic taste in his mouth. The alarm made it feel like his eardrums would rupture at any moment. But he had to get Ever out. The amount of flammable liquid down there was enough to turn the entire building into a bomb, one that could take out not just them but everyone living next door.
“Come on,Bystrey. Bystrey,” he said uselessly, not giving Ever a choice as he gripped his wrist and dragged him towards the back of the apartment where a door led to a side entrance with a set of stairs that opened to the street. He was at the bottom tread when he realized his phone was still by his bedside table. He turned back, briefly considering running back to get it, but there was a hissing sound, then the sprinklers kicked on, dousing them in frigid water. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep the garage from going up in flames.
They burst through the door to find people already there and more coming from all over to watch the spectacle. Most of the people Arsen knew, but a few he didn’t recognize. The acrid smoke was thicker outside, burning his eyes and nose and causing him to tug Ever into the street where the others stood. Where it was hypothetically safer.
Arsen was relieved to see most of the boys from next door all standing there, safe. But it did nothing to relieve the lump in his throat. Silas, the guy who was the youth center’s current resident advisor of sorts, stumbled out the door with a large fire extinguisher, sweeping it over the flames now crawling up the brick towards the roof.
Arsen watched, dazed, as the flames died under a flood of white foam until only the smoke remained. It was only then he felt Ever’s blunt nails digging into his arm where he held onto him.
Arsen looked down to check on him only to see Ever wasn’t watching the fire but something—or someone—else across the street. Arsen’s gaze followed, landing on two people, who stood there smirking, not even trying to hide. A man with greasy hair and ripped jeans smoked a cigarette. Beside him, Cherry wore a smug expression and not much else, her dress barely covering enough skin to escape an indecency charge.
“Who’d Jericho piss off?”
Arsen dragged his attention from the two across the street to address Silas’s question. He dabbed at his brow with his sleeve, sweating from the heat. Not Jericho. Ever. Ever, who couldn’t tear his gaze from across the street. Ever, who was trembling like a leaf beside him.
“Maybe it was an accident?” Arsen said, hedging.
Silas gave him a doubtful look but said nothing. The sound of sirens filled the air. When Arsen turned back to look at the two across the street, they’d vanished. But Ever continued to stare, like he was afraid to turn his back on them.
Arsen suddenly remembered something. “Can I use your phone, man?”
Silas’s eyes went wide, but he nodded, patting himself until he found his phone in his hoodie pocket, handing it to Arsen.
He dialed Jericho’s number. He answered before the phone had fully rang even once. “Hello?”
Arsen could tell he was awake. It sounded like he was shutting a car door. “Coe.”
“Are you guys alright? We got an alert from the alarm company. Is it real? We’re on our way. What happened?”
The smoke was dissipating somewhat, leaving only the newly charred doors behind. But not even the fire could hide the message left behind, scorched deep into the wood, likely by some kind of accelerant. He could hear people on the street murmuring and pointing to the words as they were revealed.
“Someone left us a message. In fire,” Arsen said dully, staring at the words.
