Kid slid his pelvis back so he could see Treycore's cock.
“Here it…”
Kid sat just over Treycore's dick and lowered himself until the head was right at his hole. He lowered himself even farther. Treycore shook his head violently.
“No. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” His pelvis convulsed so that it pushed the head farther into Kid.
“Fuck!” Kid called out as tears rushed from his eyes and blood leaked down Treycore's shaft.
“No,” Treycore argued, yet he continued. He grabbed Kid by the waist and tried to force his penis deeper into him.
Kid groaned in agony before Treycore’s body twitched and convulsed, assuring Kid that he had his come inside him. Kid's body convulsed as he stroked his own hard cock until he shot all over Treycore's upper torso and chest.
“Ah…ah…oh…”
It was so delicious…so amazing. And there was something so much deeper to it than Kid had experienced with any of the fucks he’d ever had before. Something intimate. Something beyond just their physical expression. As he looked into Treycore’s eyes, he felt like he could see through the hard shell he’d been showing him, to something so much more.
He couldn’t explain the power that rushed through him, but it was so strong that it scared the shit out of him.
***
Kid lay on Treycore’s chest, stroking his fingers up and down Treycore's solid muscles. Treycore had ripped various fronds off exotic trees and arranged them on the jungle floor so they’d be able to rest for a while before continuing their journey back to Kinzer and the others.
Treycore wrapped his arm around Kid’s neck and rested his hand on his hip.
A flutter of excitement rushed through Kid. Being that close to Treycore felt good. He liked fucking him. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, there was something else he felt for him…something much stronger. Although, he continued to wonder if this was an effect that all immortals had on mortals. Although, he hadn’t felt anything like this with Kinzer.
You don’t even know him!he thought, angry with himself for feeling so much, so soon.
It had to be something about him being immortal, though. Some feeling they could rouse within them. That was the only explanation.
“You have a lot of nightmares?” Treycore asked.
Kid was completely thrown.
Where’d that come from?
“What?”
“Last night, you were muttering to yourself. Kept crying outnoover and over again.”
He hadn’t realized that he’d been so vocal in his sleep. He was embarrassed. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. Not to Treycore. Not to anyone.
“Probably just from sleeping in this shitty place.”
Treycore stroked Kid’s arm as if he knew better and was consoling him. He nestled his mouth beside Kid’s ear.
“You like to read?” Kid asked, attempting to change the subject.
“What?” Treycore asked, clearly just as confused as when he’d asked Kid about nightmares.
“Reading. When I was in your room, I saw all these books on your floor.”
“Just there to pass the time.”
Kid tossed his head back, glaring at Treycore skeptically.
“Mortals read because they're desperate to escape reality for a moment. Immortals read because we're trying to escape eternity. Your wounds, your pain…they have an ending. Ours don't. Our scars, our mistakes, our grief is everlasting.”
