“All they’ll have to do is get curious about what the noise is and turn on their flashlight to check. Then they’ll see you and know,” he continued.
“I don’t want that,” Bay insisted, gasping when Sila’s other hand trailed past his waistband from behind, his fingers slipping between his crease to play lightly at his hole. The touches were barely even, mere grazes against that ring of muscle, teasing but never entering.
The hand on his balls rolled them in his palm, and then Sila readjusted his hold and gave one solid pump of Bay’s dick from root to tip.
“Why not?” Sila asked, and it took Bay far longer than it should have to follow. “Who cares if people know what a dirty freak you are? You don’t want to keep living anyway. Right?”
He sucked in a breath and opened his mouth to argue that fact, only for Sila to let go of him all at once. Bay ended up making a sound of disappointment instead, his body already on fire and eager for more.
“Isn’t that what you were saying to me earlier?” The sound of Sila working his own zipper free was the only thing keeping Bay from losing his mind and all out begging already. He’d stopped touching him, but this wasn’t over.
All Bay had to do was give him the right answers and those hands would be back on him.
“I’ve thought about it before,” he admitted, opting not to lie.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t have anything to live for.” Bay sighed contentedly when he felt Sila draw his boxers down. His dick sprung free and slapped against the wall uncomfortably, but he didn’t complain. “There was nothing interesting left.”
“Racing?” Sila was doing something behind him, something that required both hands.
Bay hated it.
He pressed back, angling his hips so he was presenting his ass, but all that did was earn him a hard spank. “Racing stopped being enough a while ago,” he dutifully replied.
“That when you started going to the Seaside?” Sila dropped something at their feet, but Bay couldn’t turn to look at it because in the next instant Sila had a finger at his neglected entrance. He didn’t go slow this time, forcing the digit in all the way past the second knuckle. Almost as soon as he’d driven it in, he pulled out and repeated the process, practically hammering into him.
Bay cried out and moaned, nails trying and failing to dig into the solid brick wall keeping him upright.
“Here.” Sila took his right hand and lowered it, forcing Bay’s arm down. Then he rested Bay’s hand over his bare thigh. “Dig them into me, Kitten. Claw me to ribbons if you’ve got it in you.”
Bay hadn’t gotten to touch that night in the forest and, shamelessly, he felt around, feeling the bunched muscle beneath his palm, hard as steel. “Do you like pain too?”
“Hurting me won’t set me off, don’t fret. I won’t harm you out of anger.”
“Because?”
“Do you really want to die, Professor?” He’d stalled his ministrations to move Bay’s hand, but now he slipped in a second finger to meet the first and wiggled them around.
The tip of the middle one found Bay’s prostate and he jumped, sparks of intense sensation bursting through him. “Right now?” He shook his head. “Not even a little.”
Sila hummed. “But you did before?”
“I thought you’d figured out all my secrets already, Varun?”
“It’s impossible to know every single secret a person keeps,” he said. “There are things you keep even from yourself. If you aren’t aware of them, how could I possibly be? I can follow an electronic trail, can track your movements without being seen. But I can’t read your mind. I can’t know what you were thinking yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that.”
“Yes,” Bay confessed, “I wanted to die. Before.”
That earned him another finger and, now with three inside of him, it was getting harder to keep quiet. Sila worked him open, stretching and stroking his insides, taking his time with it as though this was a class assignment and he hadn’t just hunted him through the streets.
“But not anymore?”
“Not since I met you.” Bay didn’t understand when Sila went still at that. He tried to turn to see, but then his face was shoved against the brick and held there, making it impossible for him to move.
Sila pulled his fingers free. “I was wrong.”
Bay shivered at the odd hint malice in the younger man’s tone. “About what?”
