He showered, got between the sheets naked, as usual, took lube with him, not usual, and thought about Newt’s face as he’d managed to say his name. How bright his smile had been. He’d looked as thrilled as River had felt. He pushed back the covers, then wrapped his fingers around his cock, gasping in shock as he felt it swell. Slightly. But still…
In the good old days, he’d have been able to think about what he was in the mood for. Fast and frantic? Slow and tortured? On his knees? On his back? Standing up? One hand? Two? None? Finger in his arse? Finger out? Cock ring? Dildo? Did he want to take hours or minutes? Maybe seconds?
All that had gone. Getting hard and staying hard long enough to come would be a massive achievement. He managed to get a fair amount of lube onto his fingers, then used his left hand to stroke the root of his cock with his thumb and two fingers, and with the other hand, massaged his balls.
Those green eyes.
His cock warmed in his hand, thickened and pulsed.
Fuck.River’s breath caught in his throat. He started to worry about going soft again and groaned. That was the waytogo soft.
Newt’s smile. The curve of his lips. The dimples in his cheeks.
River worked his way from the base of his cock until he reached the swollen head. Pre-cum oozed from the slit and a sigh slipped from his lips. That was a first for a long while. With the flat of his hand, he rolled his palm over the crest, and as he spread the silky liquid, he squeezed his balls a little harder.
Newt’s hand on him…
He dragged his hand up his cock, easing back on hisgrip as he reached the head and then tightening his hold around the less sensitive base. The muscles of his belly clamped down and his balls throbbed in his hand.
Shit! Shit!River wanted this so much, too much. He couldn’t risk holding back, teasing his body into a delayed explosion. Instead, he pumped harder, Newt’s face in his head. His cock slipped in his fingers, the length of him slick with lube and precome. Veins bulged under his palm. Harder, tighter, faster. Muscles contracted at his feet, the sensation moving to his calves, tormenting the back of his knees before shifting to his thighs and then his arse.Please!
His stomach clenched and he felt the burn in his balls as they exploded. He gave a long shudder as his hips bucked, then pressed his lips together to muffle his cry. His body jerked as if he’d been hit by a stun gun, long ropy threads of cum spurting over his belly and chest, one white fleck flying as far as his mouth, while he tugged at his cock to milk himself dry.Oh my God!
For one horrible moment, he found himself waiting for Newt to rush in to check he was okay, but the door stayed closed.
Mouth slack, limbs trembling, River gave a quiet groan.So good. But I’m so fucked.
Six
River could hardly look at Newt when he went down for breakfast. He knew he was an idiot. No way would Newt have any idea what he’d got up to last night. But he still felt guilty. Newt chattered away as they ate cereal. River braced himself for the speech therapy to begin. He knew he needed to do it, he just didn’t want to. He was ignoring the fact that if he didn’t start speaking soon, that film role he wanted wouldn’t happen.
“Your physiotherapist isn’t coming until tomorrow. So…like to go for a walk?”
River looked up in shock. That was different. Where was he thinking?
“Max said I wasn’t to take you anywhere you’d be recognised, but it’s a cold day. Wearing a hat and a scarf should keep you anonymous. And you could always wear a mask. Even though Covid isn’t in everyone’s mind anymore, there are still people wearing face masks so I don’t think we’d draw attention. Do you have any masks?”
River shook his head.
“I’ll order some on Amazon. I don’t know how far you can walk. Would you like to go out in the car and we can explore somewhere?”
River nodded.
It was stupid to be excited about going out but he’d been stuck in this house for weeks. Max wanted him shut away like Rochester’s wife inJane Eyre.He understood why. River didn’t want to be seen like this either, but Newt was right. Who’d recognise him all wrapped up for winter? Or in a mask? Even if they did, he didn’t have to try and speak. Pointing to histhroat and shaking his head should give people the message that he’d lost his voice. He had, but not for the reason they’d think.
He went to the boot room, put on trainers—struggled to tie the laces but just managed it—and his grey peacoat. Hats, scarves and gloves were kept in the drawer and he pulled them out. All Newt wore was a fuck-ugly, cheap looking jacket with a rip in the sleeve. The same place that sweater was ripped. What had happened? Well, he’d never find out, would he? Because asking was beyond him. He supposed he could point and maybe Newt would tell him, but…
“Are these the car keys?” Newt held them up. “I found them in a kitchen drawer.”
Newt nodded.
“I have to set the alarm, right? Then we go out through the garage. Stop me if I do anything wrong or forget something.”
But he did everything right.
There were two cars in the triple garage. A silver-blue Aston Martin and a black Mercedes. River didn’t let anyone drive his Aston. But Newt had picked out the Mercedes keys.
Until the gates were closing behind them, River had wondered if this was actually going to happen, but Newt was entering something into the guidance system.
