He hummed in confirmation and bent down to suck lightly at Aneski’s neck, making a sound of contrition when it tickled and Ani tried to move away. “Do you hate me tha much? I’m sorry. So sorry.”
“Why are you slurring your words?” He tried to roll over, but then that hand was back, shoving itself between his cheeks, and he went still. “What…What are you doing?”
“Opening you up for me,” Flix kissed his neck again, his tongue slipping out to lick at the spot a second after. “Relax. It’ll be good. So good. Be good for me, baby. Let me in.” Heworked a single digit inside, pausing when Ani cried out at the intrusion. “That hurt?”
“No it just,” he blew out a breath, “feels weird.”
“Give it a moment.”
“Are you drunk?” He definitely was, but Aneski was sort of at a loss for words. He’d cried himself to sleep—again—and wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind either, but at least he wasn’t inebriated. “Why do you keep calling me that? Why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what?” Flix tossed the blanket off of them and Ani realized with a start that they were both completely naked. He shifted over him, using his legs to part Aneski’s so he could press another finger past that tight ring of muscle. “How’s that? If it hurts—”
“It doesn’t hurt.” What the hell was he saying? He should be telling Flix to stop. Should be shoving him away and turning on the light and demanding to know where the hell he’d been these past couple of days. But…Maybe it was because he was mentally drained. Ani didn’t do any of those things. “I can take it.”
Truthfully, it did kind of hurt a little. He’d never done this with anyone before, not even a girl. There was no way he was about to admit he was a virgin, even though he was only eighteen. He wasn’t about to say or do anything that could risk putting an end tothis.
Only…
“Be’tessi,” the word was barely whispered off his lips, but he had to at least know that much. Had to confirm whether or not Flix even knew who he was trying to fuck. This was Russ’s room, after all, and the two of them had had that kind of relationship. Flix was clearly wasted…What if he thought Aneski was Russ right now?
Would Ani tell him the truth?
Would he be a total monster if he didn’t?
Russ was older and would never have called Flix that, and it felt like a lifetime passed while he held his breath and waited for a response.
“What?” Flix asked, dragging his tongue from the base of Ani’s neck down the curve of his spine before he lifted himself onto his knees. He pulled Aneski up, rearranging him so that his bottom half was aloft and he was also kneeling.
Aneski made a sound of alarm before he could help it and buried his face against the pillow in a poor attempt to muffle it. His heart was racing in his chest, and a part of him felt disgusted with himself for how excited he suddenly was. His brother was dead, yet he was feeling happiness?
Gross.
“Tilt your hips for me, Ani,” Flix said then, calling him by the name only he was allowed to call him. No one had ever even tried giving him a nickname before, honestly. Only Flix. Flix was the only one who ever paid attention to him. Like he was doing now, with his fingers delving in and out of his hole as he stretched him and felt at his insides.
He did as he was told, widening his stance to give the older man better access, shaking in anticipation mixed with a dash of fear all the while.
“Is it going to hurt a lot?” he set his pride aside and blurted.
“What was that?” Flix leaned in closer.
Right. He’d been speaking into the pillow. He tilted his head. “I’m…I’m afraid of pain.”
He shushed him comfortingly. “It’ll hurt at first, but I’ll try my best to make that part pass quickly.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah. I—”
* * *
“…Promise?” Someone laughed. “I’m not sure I can do that.”
Aneski came to slowly, groggy and weak, with his head spinning. Something rumbled beneath him, something warm, and he tried shifting, gasping when the movement caused a pulsing sensation deep inside of him.
A hand settled over the back of his head, keeping him in place—not that he had the energy to even attempt lifting it yet—his ears starting to focus enough to pick up on the conversation that had no doubt been what had woken him in the first place.
“I just wanted to call to thank you again,” the voice continued, light and friendly.
