“You think I’ll roll over and take it?” Jude brushed wet hair from his eyes, stood, and took a relaxed fighting stance. “Fuck you and your plans for a clandestine fuck. You can keep yourwhat happens in Dnara stays therebullshit.”
Interesting. He honestly thought Gale was dipping his dick into the gay pot while he was in a place where the rest of the pack couldn’t see. What a prick.
“Come on, baby. Put me in my place,” he goaded, moving into a matching stance, urging Jude to let out the repressed rage, anger, and hurt from the way the pack had treated him. The frustration and sexual tension he’d been holding at bay. If he could give Gale everything, he might be nice and tell him about the bond.
Knowing better than to get close, Jude aimed a spinning kick at his abdomen, unprepared when Gale caught his ankle and spun him. Tugging to wrap Jude’s leg around his waist, he pulled Jude to his chest. “You can do better.” He kissed Jude’s neck and shoved him away, giving distance, space, room to breathe. Waiting for the next attack. Jude had got his blood pumping, and he was eager for action after a long week of frustration and captivity.
As adorable as Jude was, he was knocked off balance. Gale caught every punch and retaliated with a kiss to the knuckles, to his shoulder, the back of the neck. Anywhere.
After half an hour of dancing, they knelt in the sodden grass, rain falling. He had Jude in his favourite position, strong back to his chest, an arm around his throat to keep him compliant.
“You want it?” Gale nipped at his earlobe as Jude panted. He was close, almost past the anger and the fighting. He needed one more push over the edge. “Come on, baby.” He shoved his hand down the front of Jude’s soaked shorts to wrap around his thick cock. “Come for me, and I’ll let you suck me.”
Jude gasped and fingers dug into his thigh as Gale stroked, unrelenting. A strangled sound emerged as Jude dropped his hand to Gale’s, caressing rather than pushing. “Why don’t you suck me?”
Thrilled he remained a brazen shit after their fight, Gale nuzzled his neck. “You lost,” he answered honestly, dragging teeth over the bare flesh of his neck. “If you can beat me, I’ll suck you. Until then, you owe me a load.”
“Fuck.” Jude shuddered and arched, fingers searching for Gale’s hair to grip tight. “More,” he urged, canting his hips into Gale’s strokes.
Those were the only two words he spoke, hissed and demanding. As Gale jacked him off, Jude let loose a chorus of shaky whispers as he came hard, moaning pleas as Gale kissed him deeply and encouraged Jude to return the favour, his hand moving slowly, teasing over his cock.
He could go his whole life never hearing any other words from his lips.
*
Later, they shucked their clothes and crept in the back door naked. A few of the guys watching TV had a good smirk as they passed on their way to the stairs. Though Gale hated the laziness of TV, the team had been classed as weird because they clung to the ways of Vihaan, while the frat brothers had shunned the old ways.
Jude couldn’t look anyone in the eye, but Gale ignored the subtle shame he showed that shouldn’t exist between mates. He was wet, cold, and the only clothes he had were covered in mud and come. As he stepped into his bedroom, he tossed the clothes into the laundry basket and headed for the bathroom.
Jude didn’t join him.
Gale showered alone, scrubbed his hair, and dressed in loose joggers. Jude then disappeared into the bathroom, avoiding his gaze, and left the same way. He dressed in a T-shirt and boxers, walked out of the room, and didn’t return for three hours.
No doubt he was sitting with the guys to watch TV. The frat brothers had been trying to convert the team into couch potatoes. Gale wasn’t interested. He would go home to his annex and books with no TV, eventually. There was no point getting attached when he couldn’t keep up the habit.
He was halfway through a paperback when Jude returned. Another three chapters in when he realised Jude was shivering under the covers in his bed.
“What’s wrong?” He read to the end of the page, licking a finger to turn the page.
“I don’t like it.” Jude hitched the duvet higher when a rumble of thunder shattered the sky. “This weather is violent. Wrong.”
Gale glanced at the window with its curtain wide open. The sky was a horrid shade of blue-black, a violent bruise on the world. The storm had raged for a week with high winds and torrential rain. This was the worst, with thunder having started over two hours ago, the first lightning flash following an hour later.
This was either the eye of the storm or the dying last breath.
He wasn’t sure what their fight from earlier meant, or whether Jude’s submission had been temporary, but he couldn’t ignore Jude quaking in fear of a storm—one their world wouldn’t see until the rain seasons, during which they spent safely encased in their homes.
“Come here,” he called, turning another page at the end of the chapter.
Jude made the smart choice, throwing the cover aside to drag his ass across the room. Gale shifted to make room and lifted the duvet. When Jude slipped in, Gale shoved him down to the middle of the bed intending to have him settle between his legs, as lying side by side would result in someone falling off the skinny bed.
Jude swatted at his hand. “Fuck off,” he snapped, confusion warring with anger.
“If I wanted you to suck me, I’d tell you to put your fucking mouth on my cock,” Gale grumbled, disappointed Jude didn’t know better. “Go to sleep.”
Once Jude lowered to the bed in surprise, Gale used a leg to guide him into the middle of the mattress and put his book aside long enough to place a pillow over his crotch. “I’ll put the light out when I’m done.”
With an “Oh!” of realisation, Jude lay his head on the pillow. He shuffled into position and didn’t argue when Gale tucked a leg along his back. Jude hugged the pillow, brushing fingers against Gale’s inner thigh. He finally snuffled and slung his leg over Gale’s ankle, settling in, getting comfortable, connecting.
