As soon as Colton began to move, Henry lost all sense of where he was. The only focus of his world became Colton moving inside him. Once the initial pain had subsided and was replaced by an all-consuming feeling of pleasure, he just needed more. He needed everything that Colton could give him.
“More, baby. Give me more.” Henry chanted. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
He became one needy and begging mess as Colton began fucking him in earnest, like it was the sole purpose of his existence to fuck Henry through the lumpy motel mattress. Henry felt consumed by everything that was Colton. His sounds of pleasure, the slickness of Colton’s body against his own. The smell of sweat and man, plain and simple. As Colton’s cock continued to pound in and out of his hole, Henry could no longer feel where he ended, and the other man began. They felt like one being, moving with the same rhythm towards the same end goal. And then just when Henry thought it couldn’t feel any better, Colton angled his hips slightly and jammed his cock against the tender spot deep inside him.
“Jesus, fuck,” he heard himself screaming as he almost blacked out from pleasure.
“Shit, are you okay?” Colton paused.
“Better than okay,” Henry gasped. “Don’t fucking stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Jesus, I love fucking you,” Colton gritted out as he continued to do exactly that, pounding against Henry’s prostate. “I love your hungry little hole and how it just swallows my cock. God, I fucking love your hole, all hot and wet and needy for me. I could live inside it forever.”
Henry knew that it was the building ecstasy talking but still he clung to words likeloveandforeverwhile the familiar tingle in his lower back and the tightening in his balls increased.It’s just sex talk,Henry reminded himself while he drifted further towards his orgasm.
“Shit, I’m close. Colton, I’m gonna come. Please tell me you’re close too, baby.” Henry reached for his cock, dripping with precum, but Colton quickly batted away his hand and began stroking it.
“I told you that’s mine. No one touches it but me.” Colton spoke the words unapologetically, while looking straight into Henry’s eyes.
That was all it took to push Henry over the edge. He felt his orgasm washing over him, pulling him under, consuming him entirely.
Colton pulled out of him and discarded the condom. With a strainedfuckand aJesus,he straddled Henry’s chest and gave in to his own climax. Strings of hot cum coated Henry’s chest and neck while Colton continued to stroke his pulsing cock. Then Henry felt the weight of his lover, as Colton leaned down and kissed him firmly on the forehead before rolling off him. He was breathing heavily as he lay next to Henry, everything quiet around them, except for their combined panting.
After a few seconds Henry felt Colton shift next to him and thought that he was getting up. But then the softness of Colton’s cheek met the rise and fall of his own stomach. He looked up at Henry and smiled, bliss painting his face. Then he trailed a finger through their mixed release covering Henry’s chest and while still looking into Henry’s eyes, Colton sucked two fingers into his mouth, licking the combined proof of their orgasms from his sticky fingers.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Henry blurted out.
“Hmm,” Colton moaned around his fingers.
If Henry had feared for just one minute that it would be awkward lying next to Colton after he’d fucked him and spilled his release on his chest, then Henry was clearly mistaken. There was nothing awkward about it. He smiled down at Colton and stroked his fingers through his damp hair. Colton had closed his eyes and he almost thought that he’d fallen asleep, when he spoke against Henry’s stomach, eyes still closed.
“I didn’t think it could be like that. Sex. I never imagined it could feel this way being with another person. I just thought that it was me, you know. That there was something wrong with me. That I wasn’t built right.” Then Colton lifted his head and opened his eyes looking directly at Henry. “But this, being with you like this, it blows my mind. You blow my mind, sweetheart.”
Then he lay his head back down on Henry’s stomach and briefly ghosted a kiss just above Henry’s left hip, humming contentedly.
Instead of saying what he really wanted to say right in this moment, Henry continued to stroke Colton’s hair soothingly until he felt Colton drifting off to sleep. There was so much he wanted to say, but he was afraid that it was too soon or too much.
There’s nothing wrong with you, Colton. You’re the best man I know. You may not see it yourself, but to me you are perfect. To me you are everything. I think I could fall in love with you. I may have already. Fallen. In. Love. With. You.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Colton
HE WAS BACKin the desert. Why was he back in the desert? There was a sandstorm coming. He could sense it in the air and see it on the horizon. Blood-red sand gathering and moving towards him like an all-consuming cloud of oblivion. He felt his nostrils fill with the hot, suffocating desert air. He took a deep breath but there was nothing but heat entering his lungs, filling them with a burning sensation. Why was he back in the desert again? Oh, he remembered now. He was looking for someone. He yelled, but the sand dunes swallowed up all sound coming from his dry throat. Like large pillows smothering everything. Thirsty. He was so fucking thirsty. It was difficult to see anything since the air was already filling up with thousands upon thousands of sand grains. He wanted to wipe at his stinging eyes, but he knew that it would only make the burning sensation worse. He needed to keep on going. Remember, Colton. You’re looking for someone. You can’t give up. Who was he looking for again? He couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember? Will? Was it Will? It didn’t feel like it was Will. No, Will was dead. Blown to pieces back in that damned DPV which was no more. He felt bile rise from his stomach and into his throat. Don’t throw up! You’ll need to contain all your fluids. Rule number one, private! But he was no longer a private, was he? Years had flown by since his initial training. Years and years eating away at his life. He shook his head. Wake up, Colton! No time for reminiscing about the past. Why was he here again? Miles and miles of endless heat and sand stretching out before him. Oh yeah, he remembered now. He was looking for someone… If only he could see, but the air was filling up with more sand. Red surrounding him everywhere he looked making it impossible to make out any kind of shadow or figure. And now there was this song in his head. What was that song again? He knew it, but couldn’t recall the words… Red. Was it red? Something with red, he knew that. He was humming it to himself now. Not quite able to get the tune right. Or the words. Red, it was definitely something with red. Then he heard them. The screams. Frantic, almost, but not quite. More kind of eager. Excited. Voices overlapping voices. But it wasn’t exactly voices, was it? It was more like sounds. Animalistic almost. He tried to follow the noises, but it was hard to make out the direction. Sand was everywhere, buzzing in his ears, almost inside his head. Who knew that the wind could be so noisy? There was no way you could imagine just how overwhelmingly loud the wind could be, until you’d been in the desert during a sandstorm. It seemed like he’d walked for hours, feet dragging and slipping in the constantly moving sand dunes. It was like a sea, always on the move, never still. He could make out a black cloud in the distance.
It was moving. Rotating but also grounded. It looked strange.
Otherworldly even. Almost as if the dark cloud was fighting with itself. Biting, clawing, picking. Only, as he came closer, he could see that it wasn’t a cloud. Because clouds didn’t have claws or beaks or feathers. Feathers as black as the starless night. Nights in the desert were never starless though. The only good thing about being in the desert. The stars. He’d always loved the stars… Home. At the creek. Miles and miles of endless star sprinkled sky. Home. Where was home again? He couldn’t remember anymore. Where was he again? The desert. Yes, the desert. Focus, Colton. You need to focus! As he came closer, the black cloud, which he could now see wasn’t a cloud, but a large flock of massive, black birds rose from the sandy ground and took off into the horizon. Swallowed up by the red storm. Once the black had disappeared, there was only red. Red sand, red skin, red bones. He remembered the song now. The words moving through his body like an insistent rhythm. He was looking at the pile of clothes, bones, skin and intestines. All covered in a bright red. And the song kept on pounding, now in his blood, pulling him under, into a sea of sand. Into a red sea of sand and… Blood. And the voice was even clearer now. A beautiful voice. The clearest, purest voice, he’d ever heard. Angelic almost. But the words were far from angelic, were they? I love the color red. It is for love. It is for death.He felt the bile rising once again, this time with even more force than before. Why was he in the desert again? Oh, yeah, he was looking for someone. I love the color red. Who was he looking for? Henry, right? Now he remembered. He was looking for Henry. It is for love. But Henry wasn’t supposed to be in the desert. Henry was safe somewhere, not here. He didn’t realize that he was yelling now. He was yelling Henry’s name. But the song kept pulling him under, away from the lifeless form resting on the pillows of red sand.It is for death.The lifeless form that he somehow knew was Henry. Only it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Because that would mean that Henry was not safe somewhere else. And Henry needed to be safe. Henry was everything. And then he could no longer contain the bile. It rose and rose, and he screamed out his stomach contents into the red sand as he kneeled beside the messy, bloody pile of bones and flesh. He heard his own name being called through the roar of the storm. Briefly, it sounded like Henry’s soft voice calling for him, but it couldn’t be. Something was pulling at him. Gripping on to him. Shaking him. He tried to fight against the firm hold. Punching. Kicking. Colton! Colton! Wake up! Then the urgent, pleading voice was overshadowed by the song. By the beautiful, beautiful song.I love the color red. It is for love. It is for death.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Colton
COLTON WOKE WHENhis fist connected with something soft, yet hard. A searing pain vibrating through his left hand and arm finally pulled him out of what had been the worst nightmare he could recall. And they were usually bad. But this nightmare had been devastating. That was the first conscious thought that went through his head as he slowly gained consciousness. Devastating. He felt completely and utterly devastated. Then he heard Henry’s groaning voice.
“Shit!”
Colton sat up with a gasp and saw his lover holding his right hand firmly against his right eyebrow, blood trickling between his fingers. His beautiful face twisted in pain.
