Chad rolled his eyes.Romeo didn’t see him do it, just knew he would’ve, but the t-shirt wouldn’t dry if left in a heap on the floor, something Chad never seemed to learn.
“Bed.”Romeo ordered.
Chad crawled onto the mattress then collapsed onto his back.He watched Romeo with big brown eyes as he strolled around the bed and pulled open the curtains.The moonlight shone through the window.Chad’s right hand flexed, as if he was instinctively trying to clutch the duvet to cover himself.
The scars from Marc Wilson bothered him.
If Romeo was honest with himself, they bothered him, too, not because they were unsightly or a sadistic claim to Chad by another killer, but he hadn’t been there to stop them from happening.
They were a reminder of what Romeo had almost lost, but also a reminder that Chad was a survivor, and for that reason he climbed onto the bed and brushed his lips over every number carved and sliced into Chad’s skin.He worshipped them, not for being there, but for healing, for becoming part of Chad.
Chad shut his eyes, sighing softly as Romeo licked over one of the deeper numbers.
A three that had been cut beneath his left pectoral.
It wasn’t clean lines like the others.
This wasn’t merely etched into his skin, but Marc had sliced the outline of the number before peeling away the skin with surgical tweezers, leaving a bloody three behind.
There had been talk of skin grafts to cover the wound, but Chad had asked for the surgeon to stitch it together, leaving overstretched skin, and a ragged scar that was sensitive to Romeo’s tongue.
Chad hissed through his teeth and Romeo moved on, licking up his pec to his left nipple.He nipped, he sucked.Chad gasped and flailed.
Chad’s erection strained in his boxers, and Romeo thought about grabbing him, jerking him off with familiar pulls of his wrists and bringing Chad to orgasm, but that would only get him an hour, maybe two of rest afterwards, Romeo wanted to make sure Chad had a lot longer.
Chad’s skin held the tang of sea-spray, and it was cool under Romeo’s lips.He kissed his way up Chad’s neck to his face but avoided Chad’s mouth when he turned his head for a kiss.If Romeo kissed him, it would be over too soon.If they kissed, Romeo would need to own and devour, so he kept his mouth from Chad’s, ignoring the twitches of Chad’s lips.
Romeo kissed, licked, and caressed Chad’s body until Chad stopped trying to kiss him, and his erection softened in his boxers.Chad’s eyes stayed closed, and the only sounds he made were content sighs.He relaxed fully into the bed, breathing heavily.Romeo didn’t pinch or pull or nip for a reaction.He didn’t want goosebumps, or shivers, or a restless Chad begging him.Sure, there was a time and place for that, but it wasn’t then.
This was all about relaxing Chad so he could get the sleep he so desperately needed.
Romeo removed Chad’s boxers, slipping them down his legs, and letting them drop to the floor.He took hold of Chad’s left calf, placing his foot flat on the bed before doing the same to the right.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”Romeo murmured.
The only reply he got was a blissed-out sigh.
Romeo snorted and reached for the bedside table.He grabbed the bottle of lube, placing it next to Chad’s left foot while he kneeled between Chad’s legs.
He didn’t need it yet.
With a little more forward thinking, Romeo would’ve laid a pillow beneath Chad’s lower back, propping him up, but there was no way he was going to break the relaxed spell he’d put Chad under.
Romeo kissed down Chad’s thigh, then pressed his face into Chad’s ass, spreading his cheeks as much as he could with his hands, but it wasn’t the best angle for that kind of play.All Romeo succeeded in doing was frustrating himself, unable to press his tongue into Chad’s hole.He swiped and licked instead.Chad didn’t clench, or twitch—he remained completely relaxed, allowing a small moan to slip past his lips.
Romeo licked him for as long as he could, until his chin started to burn from rubbing against the mattress, then he grabbed the lube.
He coated his fingers, but only used one at first, pushing it inside without resistance.Two went in just as easily, and when Romeo stretched Chad open with three, he didn’t bear down, or clench, he exhaled a long breath.
Romeo pushed his fingers inside Chad, leaning back to watch Chad’s face for any sign of discomfort, but he knew Chad’s body as much as his own, and knew exactly what he needed.Romeo sunk his three fingers deeper, brushing against Chad’s prostate.
Chad groaned softly.
He didn’t rush pleasuring Chad, he wanted him completely boneless on his fingers.Chad relaxed into the touch, and Romeo lowered his legs back to the bed, so he was lying flat with Romeo’s forearm between his thighs.
Romeo stopped sliding his fingers as far as he could.His knuckles twitched as he got the right position, the right depth.He applied steady pressure with his index and ring finger while stroking with his middle one.
He took his time massaging Chad’s prostate, keeping the speed easy and the touch gentle.
