“What do you think?” he growled the question against Ledger’s skin.
Ledger whimpered. His knees went loose, and he had to hang on to Wren’s shoulders to stop from staggering. He did his best to hold on to the thought. It had taken him long enough to get this far.
“I think I don’t know what you are,” he said honestly. The muscles in Wren’s back clenched under his fingers. “But I don’t want to be someone who used you.”
Wren bit him, sharp teeth clamping down on the flesh and tendons in Ledger’s neck. It hurt, and that tangled weirdly with the pleasure already running through his nerves.
“I want to fuck you,” Wren said. He grabbed Ledger by the arms and shoved him back until the edge of the table hit Ledger’s thighs. The muscles in his arms clenched as he held him there, and he leaned in until they were close enough to kiss. “Not be fussed over. Not fed up. Not reminded that you think you’re better than me. I just want to fuck you. That’s it. Is that OK with you?”
“Yeah,” Ledger said, his voice thin and hungry.
He closed the distance between them and kissed Wren. It took a second for Wren’s mouth to soften and for him to return the kiss. Then his hands loosened on Ledger’s biceps, and he reached down between them to undo Ledger’s chinos. He slipped his fingers into the back pocket and laughed when he found the sachets of lube that Ledger had gotten for…
…for no particular reason. Not because he’d thought this would happen.
Ledger shrugged that mental stumble aside and focused on the now.
Between wet, eager kisses, Ledger helped. He hitched his hips away from the table so he could push his pants down, the scrape of fabric over his cock a dull, squirmy pleasure, and kicked them away. Wren tossed the lube onto the narrow plaster windowsill and then roughly dragged Ledger’s shirt up over his head and off, the buttons rough against his skin.
Wren made a satisfied sound as he ran his hands over Ledger’s shoulders and down his arms. The brush of callused fingertips on his forearms made Ledger shiver.
“The boss didn’t tell me to do this,” Wren said. He didn’t look up at Ledger as he shared that. “He didn’t tell me not to do it. It’s up to you what you want to make of that.”
Probably nothing good.
Luckily, Ledger didn’t intend to think about that much. Whatever Earl was—had been, started as—it hadn’t been human. How it thought, what it thought, might be close enough to pass in a crowd, but it wasn’t the same. It would be a mistake to devote too much time trying to understand it.
Ledger might not have a lot of that left, and he had better ways to waste what he had.
“Shut up,” Ledger said. “And just fuck me.”
Wren laughed, a low rasp in his throat, and reached down to grip the backs of Ledger’s thighs. Ledger grabbed Wren’s arms for balance as he was hoisted up and tipped back onto the table.
It creaked under his weight, and he dug his fingers into the solid flesh of Wren’s arms. The ink was cool under his skin, as if the feathered shapes really were shadows.
“I don’t think the furniture is up for this,” he said.
“You think it’s the first table I’ve broken?” Wren asked. He nudged Ledger’s legs wider apart and stepped between them. He leaned over Ledger’s body, hands braced on the table either side of his chest, and smiled slowly. “I’m going to break the table, and you’re going to pay for it. ’Cause I’m that good.”
Their cocks were sandwiched together between their bodies, slick and sweaty and aching. Ledger could feel every breath Wren took as it sent tremors of pleasure through his body. Thewantof it pulled at him impatiently.
So he should probably just shut up.
He wouldn’t, but should.
“The table probably cost about seventy bucks,” Ledger said. “Maybe less.”
Wren just looked amused. He leaned forward, his weight balanced on his arms, and lowered himself until their lipsalmosttouched.
“You talk too much,” Wren said.
“You should give me something else to do with my mouth.”
Wren studied his face for a moment. “We’ll see.” He pushed himself off the table in one easy, fluid motion. Ledger whimpered in protest and reached after him on instinct. Wren dodged his grasp and pushed him back down, palm flat against Ledger’s stomach. “If you’re good.”
“I’m pretty sure I can match…”
The smart comment that Ledger had been about to make died away into a moan as Wren went down onto his knees. Ledger grabbed at the table for balance, its vinyl edges sharp against his fingers, as Wren’s shoulders slid under his thighs. The table moved under him, wobbling on the pedestal base, and Ledger resigned himself to the fact that it was going to break. He let his head fall back against the hard, slick surface as Wren pulled his ass cheeks open and pried at the tight pucker of Ledger’s hole with his tongue.
